Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Twenty Three: Fight

Niall sat down on the bed, watching Harry get comfortable. Out of all The Jocks, Niall was the least scariest to Harry. He cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here.." Harry asked him.

"I came to confess something.." Niall replied, "I broke up with my girlfriend."

"And why do I need to know that? I thought you really liked her though."

"I did. But I like someone else right now. A lot."

"Who?" Harry frowned.

"You." Niall mumbled and Harry was silent for a split second before he started to laugh.

"Yeah, nice one Niall, funny. Real funny."

Niall glared, "I'm not kidding. Remember when you slept in the guestroom and felt someone crawl in bed with you? That was me."

Harry stopped laughing, staring at him with confusement. "That was you?"

"Yes, it was. I got caught by Louis." He sighed, "I really do like you, Harry. I'm bisexual, I fucking like men and I tried so hard to hide it because I didn't want people to know I swung both ways. I used to be different, everyone knows that, but after I saw how bad it was for someone to like the same gender, I started to hide myself and then I met Liam. He told me he needed a camera man for his 'gang' or whatever, and I was like, okay, whatever, sure. I didn't know what I was getting myself into but damn, I managed to not have any guy crushes until I met you.. I guess because you're the only one who shows that you're gay while others hide themselves like I did. "

Harry listened quietly, feeling a bit sad. "Niall... I don't like you like that." He said softly.

"I know." Niall said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I just felt like I needed to say this. I enjoyed recording all that.. Stuff... because it stopped me from accidentally saying I, myself, was bisexual. I didn't enjoy it, okay? But it did stop me, it helped me keep quiet, so please, Harry, don't say anything."

He sighed, "Are you sure you like me? And I won't tell anyone."

"I'm sure." Niall said, moving closer. "But, uh.. Can I kiss you?"

"Why?" Harry replied quickly, leaning back away from him slightly.

"I just.. Never mind, I'm sorry, I'll leave." He began to get up but Harry put a hand on his shoulder.

"You can kiss me. But I don't like you like that, okay?" He sighed.

Niall nodded, slowly leaning forward, closing his eyes and Harry only closed his eyes in return, knowing this was just going to hurt Niall more but it was hard to say no to him, he was like a innocent puppy when he wasn't with the other jocks.

Slowly, he kissed the other lad. He was actually a pretty soft kisser, not a rough one like Louis.

Niall cupped Harry's cheeks, to which Harry couldn't help but to smile, tilting his head to kiss a little deeper. He didn't know why the hell he was kissing him, but he certainly liked it. Niall was sweet... And his accent was just adorable.

Maybe Niall wouldn't be so bad to secretly fool around with... Perhaps, not bad at all.

Before he knew it, Niall was laying down with Harry on top of him. Harry had his knees on either side of Niall, straddling him with their chests pressed together. Niall had his hands gripping Harry's waist as Harry grinded their hips.

Niall appreciated that, grinding back up as he tastefully sucked on Harry's lip. Something completely took over Harry as he sat up to slide Niall's shirt off, crossing his arms and taking off his own shirt. Niall unbuckled Harry's pants and in a short time, they were both completely naked.

Harry grabbed a condom from the stash Louis had, sliding it on him. He lined it up, sliding down on his cock, and Niall moaned pleasurably, rubbing up and down Harry's hips.

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Louis rolled his eyes, "No, mum, I haven't seen Harry." He grunted.

"Well," Jay sighed, "Anne called and asked me to watch him because Niall's mum is out too. Go get him."

"Wha- mum, I'm not going to get him."

"Excuse me? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were the mother." Jay set a hand on her hip with a motherly look.

He groaned, "Shit, whatever, fine." He grabbed his keys, shaking his head as he got in his car. He was already pissed at the curly haired fucker. He fucking kissed him. He never kissed anyone they raped. Who was Harry to just kiss him?

He drove to the cabin angrily, not bothering to shut his door since he'd just drag Harry back out anyway. But as he walked to the door, he heard moans that got louder as he walked closer. But it wasn't just Harry, it was two people. Small grunts from someone, then whimpers and moans from Harry.

Louis's face grew pink with rage, kicking the door open. His eyes widened at the sight and he balled his fists. "Niall fucking Horan!" He screamed, Harry gasping and covering himself.

Louis stormed over, grabbing Harry by the hair and yanking him off. Harry screeched, falling onto the floor with a sob.

"Don't fucking touch him!" Niall yelled, sliding his boxers on quickly.

Louis laughed angrily, bringing his fist back.

Harry watched as Louis's fist came in contact with Niall's face. He whimpered, "Leave him alone!" He tried to pull Louis away, but nearly had the wind blown out of him as Louis kicked him onto the floor. He whimpered from the floor, watching Niall and Louis both fight like stingy dogs.

Everything was getting blurry, but the sight of Louis constantly punching Niall, who lied on the floor trying to push him off, made his eyes widen before he sat up quickly.

"Louis," He cried, "You're going to kill him!" He sobbed at the look of Niall's bloody face.

Louis looked like a monster.. It was the scariest thing ever. He cowered back against the corner, sobbing before Louis jolted to a stop, panting.

He looked at the bloody man underneath him, then at the horrid look on Harry's face. He backed off Niall, shaking his head. "I-I'm sorry.." He panted, running a hand through hair, "I'm sorry.."